I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 612: Win?
"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me!"
Looking at Wushou who is struggling to light up his golden body with his eyes tightly closed, Qi Ying's complexion was slightly complicated, and then he quickly smoothed it out. Wrap around, then inject sword energy and throw it forward!
With a sound of "Zheng", a special cloth long sword was revealed.
Speaking of which, since Qi Ying became famous, she has mostly relied on partial techniques such as charm and poison skills. It is really rare for her to use this kind of sword technique.
It's mainly because of the unscrupulous and evil appearance of this person before, he doesn't look like a good person! This sword is born from the heart, Qi Ying's swordsmanship should not be very good, right?
The third-level demon cultivator also thought so, so he sneered at Qi Ying with disdain, and then bullied him indifferently, preparing to kill them before Wushou lit up his golden body!
However, everyone present seemed to underestimate Qi Ying.
When she turned her hao wrist slightly and swung that special long sword, even the wind whistling in her ear seemed to be quiet.
What kind of posture is that?
Like a devout moon worshiper for a hundred generations, like an ignorant child with no distracting thoughts, like a centenarian who has gone through vicissitudes and finally calmed down, with an indescribable meaning of sacrifice, in this desert full of yellow sand dance on top.
It was a beautiful dancing posture blooming on the desert, even the long sword in her hand was like soft water waves, following Qi Ying's figure, flowing on the yellow sand.
Qi Ying has always been a rare beauty. Delicacy, innocence, cruelty and viciousness are all tangible aptitudes that can be seen in her. However, even the monk who had the deepest prejudice against her in the past could not say anything ironic at this moment. It seems that if one more word is said, the sacrificial sword dance in front of him will be broken.
Qi Ying, who was dancing barefoot on the yellow sand, the bells on her ankles that had been used as decorations suddenly rang out low and muffled one after another, as if coming from the heart of a person, one after another, continuously Touches the heartstrings of the audience.
"When jingling dingling——"
For a moment, the scene of dancing with a sword on the sand was so beautiful that it was not like the world. At this moment, Qi Ying didn't look like a demon cultivator, but rather a truly elegant and upright immortal monk.
The immortal monks and demon cultivators who were watching were fascinated, but the opponent, the third-rank demon cultivator, didn't think this scene was beautiful, but rather disturbed.
Because Qi Ying, who has always been mediocre except for hooking up with Wushou, can easily grasp the sword intent at this time!
Looking at the little rhythm contained in this sword, he actually comprehended the 'Sword of Sacrifice'!
This kind of sword intent requires the unconditional dedication of the swordsman, and the awareness of dedicating everything to comprehend it. How could Qi Ying, who has killed countless demons in his life, realize this completely inconsistent at this time? The sword intent of the identity of the demon cultivator?
The third-level demon cultivator is completely unwilling to admit that he is jealous of Qi Ying. The main reason is that this Qi Ying didn't have any talent at first, he only knows how to use **** to get people, yet he can comprehend the sword intent! Why can't he be a dignified third-level demon cultivator?
Looking at Wushou who was lighting up his golden body, the third-level magic cultivator was also inspired for a moment, and he knew who Qi Ying was for.
Sure enough, she is a nun.
Being willing to sacrifice everything for a man is really shameless. As a demon cultivator, isn't it a normal operation to seduce a Buddha to dedicate everything for himself?
"Stupid woman! Do you think that by going all out to help this Buddha, you can make him love you more? It's impossible!"
The third-level demon cultivator said these words only from the standpoint of a male cultivator, but Qi Ying heard something else from these words. It's just that she doesn't care.
Before, I always thought that if Wushou fell in love with another female cultivator, she must be killed! But when he really knew that such a person existed, Qi Ying suddenly lost his strong killing intent.
Think of her, Qi Ying, who has been decisive in killing all her life. In the early years when she hadn't met Wushou, she didn't know how many immortals and demons she had killed. To her, killing someone is as natural as eating and drinking. Now, it's not that she can't do it, it's just that she suddenly doesn't want to.
Before, she always wanted to seduce Wushou, and then take his vajra body and Yuanyang. Qi Ying always thought it was very simple. But in fact, it is not Wushou, who is ignorant of feelings and knows nothing, who is getting deeper and deeper, but herself who has experienced many battles and studied men deeply.
This is not a punishment. Punishment for her previous indiscriminate killing of innocents.
It's just that maybe she's cheap. Even if he knows that Wushou doesn't really love himself, he is still willing to sacrifice everything for him.
Gently waving the special spirit sword in his hand, Qi Ying's simple dress swirled in the air, revealing infinite beauty.
"I'm looking for death!"
A slap-sized bell appeared in the hand of the third-level demon cultivator, rippling with a faint blue light, and then rushed over with a sullen expression.
It's just a brainless female cultivator. Even if she understands the sword of sacrifice, she deserves to be here.
Third-level Demon Cultivator thinking in this way naturally has some jealousy towards Qi Ying in his heart, but he will not admit it. After all, he is a majestic third-level demon cultivator, how could he be jealous of a female demon cultivator who is an Israeli servant?
Then the slender figure rushed towards the third-level magic cultivator with a long sword in his hand~IndoMTL.com~ A cloud of green mist and black mist rushed at each other, and then collided.
There was no imaginary shadow of sword, light and sword, and there was no great momentum. Everyone only saw a little bit of sharp sword light tossing and moving in the blue mist, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing, which has a strange beauty.
Actually, the battle between Qi Ying and the third-level demon cultivator only lasted for a short time, and if you count it seriously, it only took three breaths before it stopped.
At this time, Wushou's golden body had already condensed in the last step, but it seemed that it encountered some difficulties, and the last petal did not light up for a long time.
At this moment, Qi Ying and the two separated, and everyone hurriedly looked at the battle situation, and saw that Qi Ying seemed to be standing there in good condition, but the third-level demon cultivator, one arm had disappeared, and not even a shadow could be seen. No.
"Qi Ying...won?"
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a cloud of blood suddenly burst out from Qi Ying's chest, and then he began to vomit blood! There were even many ominous black blood clots in the blood. It can be seen that Qi Ying has been seriously injured.
The sacrificial sword is originally intended to consume one's own flesh, blood, aura, luck, and even everything to obtain outstanding strength in a short period of time. Since Qi Ying is determined to use the sacrificial sword, it will definitely end like this.
The third-rank demon cultivator on the opposite side was still proud of killing a talented demon cultivator, so what's the point of paying the price of an arm? But the next moment, his complacent smile disappeared from his face.
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